Maggie Boyle - Lady Margaret | Текст песни

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Lady Margaret was sitting in her own lone home,
That was built of lime and stone;
Lady Margaret was sitting in her own lone home,
When she heard a dead man's moan.

"Is it my father Thomas?" she said,
"Or is it my brother John,
Or is it my own true love sweet William
From Scotland home has come?"

"'Tis not your father Thomas," he said,
"'Tis not your brother John,
But it is your true love sweet William
From Scotland home has come."

"Did you bring to me any diamonds or pearls,
Did you bring to me the ring,
Did you bring to me any token at all
That a true love ought to bring?"

"I have brought to you no diamonds or pearls,
I have brought to you no ring,
But I've brought to you my white winding sheet,
That my body was buried in."

"Oh, love, where are your red rosy cheeks,
That ofttimes used to bloom?"
"Oh they are rotten and now are forgotten,
By the love I lost so soon."

He took her by the lily-white hand
And bid her company,
He took her by the apron band
Sayng, "Follow, follow me."

She tucked her underskirts one by one,
Just about her knee;
And over the hills on a cold winter's night,
In a dead man's company.

They walked and they talked alone together
Till the cocks began to crow.
"It's time for the dead and the living to part,
Lady Margaret, I must go."

"Is there any room at your head," she said,
"Is there any room at your feet?
Is there any room about you at all
Where I may lie down and sleep?"

"My father is at my head," he said,
"And my mother is at my feet,
And there's three Hell Hounds lie about my side,
Where my poor soul should sleep.

"One is for my drunkenness,
Another is for my pride;
And the other is for promising a fair pretty maid,
That she should be my bride."

She took a cross all from her bosom,
And she smoted him on the breast,
Saying, "Here's a token for you Sweet William,
God grant you a happy night's rest."

"I am thankful to you Lady Margaret," he said,
"I am thankful unto you;
If the dead are bound to pray for the living,
Then I am bound to pray for you.

Good night, good night, Lady Margaret," he said.
"Good night, good night," said she,
"I hope the very next time we do meet
In heaven we both shall be."

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